In the spring when London’s ballrooms filled with ambition as surely as they did with music, House Ashmoore returned to the Ton with a singular purpose. Their carriage arrived polished, their invitations plentiful, their household tightly controlled—because Lady Cordelia Ashmoore did nothing without intention.
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